Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Day Wild Cam

Coyote.

Bobcat.

Wild Hog.

"That's all, folks."




Friday, December 20, 2013

Heiney to the Wind

Strong winds blew in over us.

A horse stood with her heiney to the wind.

Hog in Camouflage


Exercising the Hogs





I am bad for making them run with terror, these remarkable creatures of God.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Good-bye, Doggie, and Thank You


Port, Remarkable Hound.
1992 (Circa) - 2013

Railroad Cars




Icy Wild Cams on the Ranch









In addition to the above, the cameras captured images of several doe, a meadowlark, an armadillo, and a mole.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Frozen Runway

The sun over the taxiways.

A thick cover of ice over the airport.

Ripples caused by wind on the frozen ice over the taxiway.

Frozen tie downs.

Cold hangars.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Of Trees, Lovely and Gone

The trees pictured below, I envision over their skeletons, looked beautiful decades ago.




Sunday, December 1, 2013

Yellow and Gnarly Groves




To Fly Under High Clouds





Attebury Grain Elevator

       Parhelion overhead, to the right of the buildings. 
       Built in the nineteen-teens by Frank Kell and run in part by his great-grandson, the Attebury Grain company still works with the farmers in the area. Someone else owns the building seen in this picture peaking around the right of the grain elevator. 
       In a letter written to the editor and published in the Time Record News on November 20th, 2013, Davis Purcell, from Fort Worth, said, "Attebury Grain is pleased to be a part of the Wichita County economy and part of the agricultural base important to all of Texoma. The elevator on Kell Boulevard has the capacity to store 1.8 million bushels of grain and yearly we provide a market and delivery point for more than 23 area producers. The elevator is licensed by the Department of Agriculture and we meet their standards for cleanliness, maintenance and appearance. This month Attebury Grain received a statewide safety award for our operations.
      We work hard to maintain this facility and firmly believe, with all due respect to a recent letter writer whose letter was published on Nov. 15, the mill next door is the eyesore, not our grain elevator. We invested in the local economy when we purchased the elevator decades ago. However, Attebury Grain never owned the mill and we do not own it today.
      The Times Record News, Mayor Barham, City Manager Darron Leiker, and several other citizens all recognized that Attebury Grain does not own the mill in editorial columns and citizen responses in May and June of 2010. The railroad tracks between the elevator and the mill are an important part of the grain operation, but we fully support any efforts to improve the appearance of the abandoned mill next to our property.
      Civic responsibility, community commitment, and economic vitality are all important to Attebury Grain, a family owned business with headquarters in Amarillo. Our responsibility to the community is very important to me, in part because I am on the board of managers for Attebury Grain and because Mr. Kell was my great-grandfather. Wichita Falls is an important part of my heritage and will always be important to me and my family." 

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Early Morning Deer Photos

Our view as we sat on a small cliff to wait for wildlife, cameras ready.

Geese flying overhead.

My friend looking warm and comfortable.

A nice buck, one of three and several doe, appeared and stood watching in my direction. 
In spite of taking my quietest camera, he could hear my shutter, wind and all. 

Nikon D600, Tamron 150-500mm.

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.